Disconnected (Hero Inspiration)

I saw a rapid change in my closest friend. First it was just dyeing her hair back. Then it came to all black clothes and pessimistic thoughts. We started talking less and less. It seemed like I was trying to hold on to a friendship with a girl that just was taking her hand away. She was putting up this wall I couldn’t break down. I couldn’t help her. I remember the last day I saw her.

“Hey, how are you doing today?” I said while walking up to her locker.

Her head turned slowly, “I… uh… what?” she slured and her eyes are half open.

“What is wrong with you?” I asked.

“Evrythin…. I hate fis life…” She said with a saddened emotion.

“No, that’s not what I meant. Don’t talk like that. Have you been drinking? Taking drugs?”

“The druggsss…. they heall the pain…” She slured again and looked at me.

When she looked at me, it’s like she isn’t all here. My best friend was gone. She was no longer connected with the world.

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